On our first Valentine’s Day together, Phil and I danced our first dance on a balcony in Austria, to the song “Amazed” by Lonestar.
Kinda hard to top that, right?
Yet, on our second Valentine’s Day together, Phil hung a whole bunch of hearts from the ceiling of my bedroom, each with a hand-written reason why he loved me, for me to find upon arrival home from work.
On our third Valentine's Day together, now being engaged and almost married, we went out for a wonderful date. You know the kind of dates you can have when you’re young and aren’t worrying about the kids and the babysitter. It lasted hours, had many different courses of food, and lots of wedding planning conversation.
On our fourth Valentine’s Day, I was 8 months pregnant and Phil cooked me a gourmet dinner at home. He decorated the table and lit candles and made it as beautiful and special as could be.
Oh we were so in love and wasn’t it obvious? Anybody seeing Phil’s big romantic gestures could tell how devoted he was to me and just how much he cared. I always felt like a princess on Valentine’s Day and he was my handsome prince, swooping me off my feet.